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(专辑: Paid In Bawal - 2018)
I
don't want hoes in my comfort zone I
don't want hoes blowing up my phone Don't get me wrong I
don't give a
fuck, I've always been alone My dick is long We fucking, so I
cum on you Tomorrow I
will write this song This shit is born You think I'm only R&B Well, listen carefully Now keep your eyes on me Like a
million dollar centerpiece So many bitches Spitting so vicious Licking with interest Pussy delicious Get on your knees today I'mma teach you how to pray We gon bring your ass to church tell the
people celebrate Tell the
homies grab a
drink tell the
gang hit the
dank We just doing what we want don't give a
fuck bout what you think What you think? Who got dank? Got them beats make tha club go bang Fuck tha fame, stay in your lane Go go gadget, bruce wayne Hop on the
train or get pushed down the
tracks Put squad on strain and we spend like 3
racks Trading the
slacks for the
hats and the
tats Giving your heart an attack and that's facts Big facts! Big bank rolls! Talkin big stacks Big booty bitch on my dick Tol' her get back Big gats big bang boom Hit em bitch made Big thangs big clipped glizzy's Atcho bitch face BANG BANG! Nigga BANG BANG! Clear da damn thang Hit a
stain, finna hit a
lick I.need a
new chain Clear da bank, empty out dat bitch I
need that Louis bag Momma need dat wraith, I
need dat Tesla Need about 500 bands Fuckin a
bitch and friend, finger roll in Then I
ride out with da gang Hit up dat Gucci n
Flex, rackin up checks Gota ride out widem bands Don't fuckin sleep on da set, know we up next All'yo bitchs so impressed Never puffin on da stress, designer fresh Shawty hit me for da tec Wet! Wet! Wet! Got that water quench your thirst Bang that neck! Neck! Neck! Don't you stop until it hurts We gon break it, we gon chop it, we gon grind it til it works Glory be to the
gang pray for the
posse spread the
word Yea you heard, we are the
prophets professing that sound Killing the
vibe we releasing the
hounds Exposing the
clowns while we making our rounds Take you to town ima breaking it down Give you that feeling it's making you frown Who be tha king? We be taking his crown Planning a
lick on the
lowdown If you don't know, bet you know now Cop it Grind it Roll it Spark it Not my fault Can't stop the
habit Kill it Feel this Keep it Trill g
This be Next up Master savage Fuck it up Fuck it up We be up Run a
muck Bout to cut up I
do it with a
passion Your efforts aren't enough Punk ass bitch Bitch ass punk My skills are ever lastin Loyalty never questioned System full of crystals Whip you with my sex pistol Wrap around your neck Apply more pressure Assassinating culture vultures Equipped with three eye vision Loser, your image an illusion You confused kid I'm the
rudest Conclusion you end up with a
contusion True to the
game, my team hold it down Get realest love from the
underground You fake as shit when you come around So tasteless, careless, fuck your sound Four cheese on my plate More cheese, more skanks Pouring syrup in my drink More trees more dank Got my fuckin feet stank Steady runnin to the
bank Seeing visions 20/20 Got me staring point blank